precious fragile little thing / joining?

[emil]

[align=center][div style="width: 600px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 550px; padding: 0px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]Identity was something that he struggled with for a long time. He was far different now than how he had been since he was in his youth; a playboy of sorts, popular among the creatures of his homeland, now a solemn nomad with little friends or connections to the outer world. At times, he thought that maybe, he had never been the boy he remembered himself to be. False memories, or perhaps leaks from the mind of who had owned this body before. Dissociation, that's what it was called. Sometimes he felt as though he was watching his life pass by like a movie. He had always owned this body. He wished he didn't own it anymore.

Sparrow still retained the skills of socialization from what his life used to be. A bit rusty, perhaps, but when he spoke to others it came easy. And yet, today, he wasn't quite sure what to do. Two others had approached. One spoke to him, the other kept quiet. He met the lion's gaze for a brief moment, allowing his eyes to draw over the other's own scars, and for a moment he felt almost comforted. He was not nearly scarred as Sparrow, but several still striped his body, and he seemed rather at peace with it. The tiger hoped he would be in the same place eventually.

The traveling had not been much of a choice for him so much as it was a requirement to stay alive. Chased out of what had once been his home, hunted by those who wanted to erase his existence entirely, with no family to ever go back to. It hurt. The pain of living plagued him for the years he spent away, moving despite his aching paws and aching body. There were days that he thought maybe it would be best to let them catch up and finish the job, end his misery. The truth was that Sparrow did not want to die. Not yet. Not until he found peace.

After some time had passed, green eyes snapped from their trance, and he wondered how long he had left the two in empty silence. He breathed in as if he had forgotten how to, took a moment, and finally dropped his gaze to Bakugou. He'd asked him something. What was it? Sparrow stared blankly before slowly croaking out,"My name is Sparrow." The scarred creature dipped his head after an awkward pause. "I'm looking to stay here, if you will have me."

He raised his gaze again, this time letting it land on Desperado. The other was still quiet, and the longer he stared, the more uncertain he felt. He cleared his throat lightly and offered a light smile. "Yo," The tiger gave a soft rumble; might as well greet the guy he was staring at. He fell silent then, somewhat unsure of what to say next. Seemed his anxiety was getting to him rather badly this time. Some moments passed, before he finally spoke up again, eyes looking between the two. "This is the Typhoon, correct? Are you pirates?" Better than nothing.

/ shit post :pensive: